Gently, he places his hand over his little brother’s. Techie wants so badly to press their foreheads together, just like when they were smaller; wearing those little overalls and running barefooted through a muddy puddle during a typical overcast Arkanis day.
“You d-did good,” Techie whispers to Hux, voice fierce. That man ruined them. It was only fitting to ruin him back.
He leans back and tries to tame his wild ginger hair down. A braid maybe. Or a ponytail. “Sh-should I dye my hair? Hide away?”
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